Scene: London hotel room. Book: originally written 1894 My husband to me: "I wish I had a photo of you reading that." (Your wish is my command, sugar.) . . .
Those royals are a hardy bunch! The Queen is celebrating her 60th year on the throne and Jubilee banners are everywhere. The first night I was home, I dreamed that I spent an afternoon strolling museums with Her Majesty. She was very pleasant. She's in pretty damn good shape for woman of . . .
London was wonderful, chock-full of sights, sounds, smells, experiences. Still, it was good to be home, even though it does seem like home is just where I store my suitcase. Big cities are kinetic, and while the suburbs aren't exactly "the country," I found the space and relative quiet back home . . .
How many big cities have crossing lights for horses? I don't know of any except London, do you? This is in the Hyde Park area and never failed to make me smile. It lights up right along with the little pedestrian and the little bicycle. Everyone crosses at the same time, even horses. Hyde Park . . .
Our Sunday stroll was interrupted by a delightful sight: the Hare Krishna celebration of Rathayatra--a huge street festival. Its parade includes three huge wooden chariots pulled by hand in a grand procession, and I do mean grand. You can probably just make out the singing, chanting and dancing to . . .
Because my windows could look like this. Because my flat could look like this....and... ...the leasehold could have approximately 963 years remaining. Approximately. AND Harrods Properties gives reward points for every purchase. Not joking. Even rich people like free stuff. I could . . .
Apsley House is one of the most beautiful Georgian Houses in London, constructed between 1771 and 1778 as the home of the Duke of Wellington. In fact, it's still the home of the current Duke. Like many old homes, upkeep became too costly, so the family gifted it to England in 1947. But, they . . .
We were lucky enough to get tickets to an hour-long talk Helen Mirren gave about her career as a benefit for the National Youth Theatre, which gave her a start in theatre. She was a delight. Taking the stage in street clothes, she looked tall and stylish, wearing black ankle boots with . . .
The sign said this is a portable harpsichord. My husband narrowed his eyes. "Portable has a different meaning when you have 250 servants," he observed. True, dat. As if we need a reminder that war is absolutely stupid and never solved anything. Just saying. M. reminded me that cherubs . . .
There's a generation alive today that has no idea what this is and will never use one. Nothing says England better than rugby. Except maybe cricket and the only thing I've read here remotely like cricket is a story about the cicada invasion in the northeastern U.S. And that's not the same thing . . .